Watching the economy circle the drain has made me scared that I made the wrong choice to quit. Running into people from work yesterday (who talked about feeling like the walls were closing in and about how much they hated their jobs) made me realize I couldn't have stayed there and stayed sane.
I don't miss keeping to a rigid schedule, or meetings, or traffic.
I do miss "only in Portland" moments, like seeing two commuters on unicycles (who happily talked to people in cars at the light).
And I realize how suburban my life is now, especially when I caught a glimpse of a homeless guy who appeared to be dressed in furs laced to his body, plus a hodgepodge of clothes. He looked like Jeremiah Johnson.
